With the tears I fought

In the battlefield of time

With the pain I roured

In the brave land of life

What to gain is in the brain

Still the dreams laugh loud

Neither with the plundering death

Nor with the painful destiny

The mighty ship of success will

Defeat the wind to find its way.

So shall I roar

When the pain strikes hard

So shall I hear

When the rain sings for me

So shall I wait

When my thoughts taste sweat

So shall I pray

When I suffers the pain

So shall I smile

When my soul dreams high…

So my battlefield… I loves

The platform where history hides

To be witness of

“ a soul at fire…”


Indian Ruminations, Editorial Team


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